[Intro]
Say I'm f**ed up
Well, you just might be f**ed up too
I might be f**ed up
Well baby girl, how about you?
[Verse 1: The Dream]
You used to be my n***a
You used to be that cool b**h
You used to smoke wit' a n***a
But now you on that bullsh**
You used to s** me crazy
You used to call me baby
Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat
You used to be so confident
But all that sh** came and went
Used to be anti-internet
But now you constantly blogging and sh**!
You used to strip for a n***a
Now you ain't got nothing but lip for a n***a
Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends?
Listening to what they say got your a** without a husband
Put you up in a Benz, you did everything to get me
Ain't did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be
Car note, daycare, paid all the f**ing rent
Know you wanna run the world
But first, try running this
But yall don't hear me, oh, oh, oh
[Hook (x2): The Dream]
Stop f**ing with me, woman
Stop f**ing with me, woman
Stop f**ing with me, woman
Stop f**ing with me if you ain't f**ing with me
[Verse 2: Casha]
You used to be my n***a
Way back when you didn't have sh**
Staying out with your n***as
And always on some bullsh**
I stopped my life for you n***a
To become a wife for you n***a
All up in that strippers face begging for a** you'll never have
All out of place lookin for something you already had
Used to want to touch me
Used to couldn't wait to f** me
But took my p**y back
Cause it's obvious you never loved me
Texting and sh**
Claiming you don't know her
f** up out of here n***a no breakfast you on the sofa
No lawyer let it burn
I wish I could leave your a**
Soon as I get my returns
I promise I'mma leave your a**
I can give a f** about this '96 Benz
Swear I wouldn't give a f** if it wasn't for these kids
Stop talking for I end up walking up out this b**h
No other girl would put up with your sh**
So stop...hold up wait a minute
We ain't finished 'til I'm finished
All up under your mama whenever there's drama
Putting her two cents in it
Mamas boy man up I wouldn't even be tripping
If you ran this house like you run your f**ing mouth
What the f** you doing on twitter?
Grown a** n***a
I swear you be on them blogs
You need to be at your job
And I would get my hair and my motherf**ing nails done
But you know like I know
I keep these motherf**ing lights on
[Hook (x2): Casha]
Stop f**ing with me, n***a
Stop f**ing with me, n***a
Stop f**ing with me, n***a
Stop f**ing with me if you ain't f**ing with me